Disclaimer: If I owned them, Dustin and Hunter would've gotten together in Ninja Storm.

Author's note: After this, there is one more chapter.. I promise!

Dedicated to: CamFan4Ever, Buffyxenaman, Sporty-mia09, ThaliaSandy, Wicked-59, Blueturtle, Hunter Hattaka, AGD, Skysgirlforever and Marcus1233. The readers of my story 'Lovin', Being loved' which sadly won't be finished!

Breakfast

Hunter was doing his usual early morning run on the beach. The sun was just coming up, casting an orange glow on the water. He loved running at this time of the day. Not much people were up at this hour so it was quiet. Just how he liked it. It made him feel that all was well with the world, which of course wasn't true. Lothor was out there but he knew from experience that the evil master genius loved his beauty sleep (not that it helped) too much to send a monster this early. It suited him and the team just fine. It gave them the chance to get much needed sleep at times. At this time, it also wasn't too warm so it was perfect running weather.

He checked his watch and saw he'd been running for half an hour already. It was long enough now. Later today he would have a training session with the other rangers so there was no point in getting himself too tired now.

He stopped and put his hands in his side so he could catch his breath. When his breathing had more or less returned to normal, he sat down cross-legged on the cool sand, facing the sea. He heard the sounds of the waves gently slapping against the sand. Today would be lousy surfing weather. He could tell. There was only a gentle breeze and the weather forecast had said that wouldn't change for the rest of the day. Too bad for Tori, the only female member in their team.

He liked her, he really did. Not as much as Blake liked her obviously. That was as good as impossible but he liked her as a friend and sister he never had. And even if he liked her as more than that, he would never admit it as long as Blake liked her. His bro was happy when he was around her and he wasn't about to ruin that.

Since joining the rangers, the relationship between him and his younger brother had improved. They were finally a part of a team and weren't together 24/7 anymore. That had been hard. It was good to have friends who genuinely cared about them. He often wondered what would've happened if the others hadn't shown them that it had been Lothor killing his parents not sensei. He and Blake would've no doubt fought for Lothor and against the rangers. Even the thought of fighting for Lothor made his stomach turn.

He loved hanging out with Dustin, Tori, Cam and Shane. Dustin was his riding buddy and the goofiest of the group. Tori was the one he could go to when he had love trouble. She knew about that stuff and could help him out. Cam was the serious one, the one who would always push him to do better. Yet he knew he could also talk to him. Shane… For a long time he and their leader hadn't gotten along. Now he liked Shane. He was the one who was always up for a challenge and who could easily take him in a sparring match.

It was amazing how good the six of them got along. They all knew each other so well. They'd had their ups and downs like all friendships have but like all good friendships, it survived the storm. There actually was no room for fights between them. They always had to back each other up when Lothor attacked. Whenever there was a fight between them, Sensei interfered, let them talk it out or fight it out, whatever they needed.

He pulled his knees up and rested his chin on them. He did this often, sitting on the beach and contemplating his life and every time, he realized how blessed he was with friends like that. They had always stood by him, helped him through some pretty rough shit and had just always been there whenever he needed them. Especially one person in particular.

A smile formed just thinking about him. He'd always had feelings for him but had never thought they were returned until that one day when he'd been hurt badly by a monster. He'd been drifting in and out of consciousness; always hearing his voice. And one time he had heard him utter those three little words: I love you. He'd woken up pretty soon after that and they'd started dating. Everything was going so good that something bad was bound to happen soon. They'd been together for three months without having one single fight and he knew from experience that after three months the trouble and fights started. He hoped it would be different this time because his relationships hardly ever survived the four months.

He heaved a deep sigh and closed his eyes, trying to clear his thoughts. He listened to the sounds of the waves. They always soothed him. One day, he wanted a house by the sea so he could go to sleep and wake up with this sound. He loved the sound and loved how the breeze was ruffling through his dirty blond hair.

His heart suddenly swelled with love and affection as his boyfriend's face once again formed in his mind's eye. He smiled and got up. He reached in his short's pockets and pulled out his key hanger with various keys. One of them was to his boyfriend's apartment. He had the sudden good idea to go surprise him with breakfast. He knew his lover hardly ever got up before ten am when he could sleep in so he had plenty of time.

He looked around and when he saw no one was around, he went into his crimson ninja streak and stopped in a alley near his lover's apartment. He walked the remaining distance which wasn't that far. He put his key in the lock and turned silently. He entered and toed of his shoes. He walked further and came past his bedroom. The door was open.

He peeked inside. The sounds of snores reached his ears at once and he grinned. He could see his lover's form but couldn't see his face. It was too dark in the room. He silently closed the door and went into the living room.

He shook his head fondly when he noticed the mess. If there was one thing his boyfriend couldn't do then it was cleaning up after himself. Not that he was much better. Blake always cleaned up the living room and kitchen while his room was a downright mess. They really did fit together.

He went into the kitchen and prayed there was something beside cold pizza in the fridge. His lover was known to eat that kind of stuff as breakfast. He was the world's worst cook.

Hunter was a fairly good cook which for him meant that he could make pancakes, some other stuff and knew how the microwave worked.

After rummaging through the cabinets, he came up with the stuff to make pancakes which was amazing. He'd already been prepared to go to the supermarket to get what he needed. He pulled out a pan, put it on the fire and started to prepare the dough.

When he was done with that, he checked the clock and noticed it was barely nine. Starting to make the pancakes wouldn't be too smart since they'd be cold by the time his lover woke up. He was sure though that if he started making them, he would make up due to the smell but he didn't want that. He deserved his rest so he decided on setting the table.

When he was done with that, he went back into the living room and switched on the tv, intended on killing the time by flipping through the channels and hopefully stumble upon something descent to watch. He slumped back in the couch and rested one foot on the table.

He didn't. It was about an hour later when he was still flipping through channels that he heard noise come from inside his lover's room. He heard the door open and his lover entered the room, only dressed in boxers and yawning. His hair was like any morning, or basically any day a mess.

"Morning, Hunter," he greeted and walked passed him.

"Morning, Dustin." Hunter chuckled and watched his lover who suddenly stopped, turned around and blinked.

"Hunter? What are you doing here, dude?" Dustin asked as he flopped down on the couch next to him. Dustin looked adorable. Sleep was still clear in his beautiful brown eyes and the messy hair actually worked on him.

"I figured I should come here and save you from eating cold pizza as breakfast," he answered.

A huge smile formed on Dustin's face. "My savior," he said.

"So, no good morning kiss?" Hunter asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dustin chuckled, "Dude, how could I forget?" Dustin moved closer, wrapped his arms around his neck and pressed his soft lips on his.

Hunter returned the kiss and deepened it by pulling Dustin's lover lip in his mouth and nibbling gently before swiping his tongue over that same place and sliding his tongue past Dustin's lips. He massaged Dustin's tongue with his own. He pulled away when breathing became a necessity.

Dustin licked his lips and let out a soft moan. "There's no better way to start the day."

Hunter chuckled, "There is and it's called pancakes."

Dustin's eyes lit up. "I love you, you know that."

Hunter grinned and stoop up, taking Dustin's hand and pulling him with him to the kitchen. He pressed a quick kiss on his lips before he went to the fire and started to make the pancakes while Dustin seated himself.

"How long have you been here?"

"About an hour. Went out for a run first."

"That would explain the smell," Dustin remarked teasingly.

Hunter turned back and glared playfully, "Remember who's making the pancakes here, dude."

Dustin raised his hands in surrender and laughed, "Okay, okay, sorry."

Hunter turned back to the fire and focused on not burning the first pancake. He made a bunch first and then put them on the table so they could eat together.

When Hunter was at his third pancake, he stopped eating and looked at Dustin who had been smiling and watching him since they had started to begin eating.

"Okay, I'll bite, what?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dustin grinned and finished his fifth pancake. "I just noticed how adorable you eat."

"I do?"

"Yes. You eat so… neat. You cut your pieces perfectly. They all seem to be the same size." Dustin pointed out, starting his sixth pancake.

"You're weird you know that?" Hunter asked as he got up to make more pancakes since it seemed Dustin was nowhere near finished eating yet. That boy could eat a horse if he wanted to. Probably even two.

"No, just in love." Came the reply. Hunter smiled happily. Perhaps this relationship wasn't doomed like all his others had been.

After breakfast, the young men went back in the living room, sitting side by side on the couch. About a minute later, Dustin wrinkled his nose.

"Hunter, I love you for making me pancakes but could you please go take a shower. I'll clean up the kitchen."

Hunter snorted. Dustin's cleaning up basically meant making stuff even more dirty but he complied. He went into the bathroom, grabbed a crimson towel (which actually belonged to him), turned on the water and got out of his stinky clothes.

After his shower, he went back to the living room with nothing but the towel around his waist. Dustin was sitting on the couch and one glance in the kitchen told Hunter not much cleaning up had happened. When he got a look at the magazine Dustin was reading, he could understand why. It was his favorite motor cross magazine and he could get totally engrossed in that.

"I see the cleaning up went well." Hunter remarked smirking, startling Dustin.

"Dude! Yeah, got a bit distracted," Dustin replied sheepish, "You probably need some of my clothes?"

Hunter nodded. "That would be good."

Dustin grinned and stood up, leading him to his room. Dustin held the door open while he walked in and then closed it. Hunter raised an eyebrow but the lust in Dustin's eyes clearly told him what his lover had in mind. Dustin stepped closer and rested his hands on his chest. His boyfriend reached up and pressed his lips on his. Hunter eagerly returned the kiss. Dustin took his lower lip between his teeth and nibbled gently, much like he had done earlier on.

Goosebumps broke out over his skin as Dustin's hands ran over the flesh of his chest, stopping at his nipples and tweaking them. Hunter let out a moan and Dustin took that as the sign to slide his tongue in his mouth. His boyfriend's hands slid lower to his towel and he removed his hand holding the towel up.

Dustin pulled away far enough so he could speak, "No need for that," he mumbled and pressed their lips together again. Hunter was vaguely aware that the towel dropped to the ground but by now blood was already traveling south. He couldn't be more happy about the fact that Dustin wasn't dressed yet. His own hands slid to the waistband of his boxers and he pushed them down without breaking the kiss. Dustin wiggled them off even further and stepped out of them. Dustin pushed him gently towards the bed and then pushed him down so that he was straddling him.

"We might want to remove our morphers," he said smirking. Hunter agreed and pulled his off. They tossed them on the ground near the towel and boxers. Dustin reached down to kiss him again and ran his hands over his arms to his hands, entwining their fingers. Hunter thrust his growing erection up against Dustin's, loving the friction and the moan it caused from Dustin. They rubbed against each other, setting a rhythm.

They had yet to go all the way but both were pleased with the way things were. Dustin had never been with a man before so the last thing Hunter wanted was push him in anything he wasn't ready for. It was fine with him. He didn't mind. It showed both of them that the relationship was about more than just sex.

Dustin unfastened his mouth from his and stared down at him, blushing.

"Hunter, I… I think I'm ready," he said hesitantly.

"Are you sure about this, Dustin? Last time we tried, you hit me a blue eye."

Dustin blushed even more, "I am sure now. I-"

The rest of the sentence was broken off when both their morphers beeped and Cam's voice filled the room.

"Hunter, Dustin, you better not be together again. Training started five minutes ago."

Dustin and Hunter gave each other a shocked look and stared at the clock. It was only eleven. They were sure Cam had said one o'clock. Then again, they had been too busy throwing looks at each other to actually hear a word Cam was saying.

"Dustin! Hunter!" Cam yelled. Dustin sighed and got up, walking stiffly to their morphers. He picked his up.

"We're on our way, dude," he said. He received no reply. "We better get going then."

Hunter willed his erection to go away which was quite hard when Dustin was standing there naked and flustered. Dustin seemed to realize that too and got dressed, throwing him some clothes.

"Thanks," Hunter said and put them on. "We'll finish that conversation and the rest later." He gave Dustin a quick peck on the mouth and strapped his morpher back on.

"Definitely," Dustin said smiling before they headed to meet a no doubt pissed Cam. Even one minute too late was bad for Cam.

To be continued

I'm hopeless. I said I wouldn't do anymore stories with chapter and now I'm doing it again. It is only going to be two chapters long but still… Ah well, you know the drill!